Will Wood and the Tapeworms - Front Street lyrics
[Will Wood and the Tapeworms - Front Street lyrics]
"Quick while she turns her back, slip it in"
I’m in a meat pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a
Slice of lime
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’
I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind
Because there’s nothing to find
The fetid stench of bad intentions
Hangs in the sweat
I’m in a sauna hot with drama
And I’m tryin’ to forget
All the masochistic rapture missteps
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone
You said, "Let loose, " but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
While the evidence supports the truth
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street
Loose lips sink ships, but captain
Will you go down?
Float your boat 'til overboard
And hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from
Coming downtown all alone
Because we know you’re not afraid
This chastity is Greek to me
The meat is still fresh
The gnashing teeth will masticate the
Bones from the flesh
Since nobody will tell me
Where these bastards go, i’ll see for myself
I think they might go to hell
You said, "Let loose, " but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
While the evidence supports the truth
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street on Front Street
("And they completely goddamn
Disrespected me! Little
Idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful
They're supposed to be my brothers, right?
They're my brothers? No, no
That's not fun what they were
Doing wasn't fun they kept
Zapping us and zapping us
Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!")
("Aye, step right up, folks!
Get yourself a big, meaty
Fill of some of the
Most noxious, toxic, obnoxious
Disgusting shit around! How vile
Can you be?")
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Always a good time on Front Street
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Good times on Front Street
I’m in a meat pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a
Slice of lime
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’
I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind
Because there’s nothing to find
The fetid stench of bad intentions
Hangs in the sweat
I’m in a sauna hot with drama
And I’m tryin’ to forget
All the masochistic rapture missteps
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone
You said, "Let loose, " but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
While the evidence supports the truth
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street
Loose lips sink ships, but captain
Will you go down?
Float your boat 'til overboard
And hoping to drown
Tell me what prevented you from
Coming downtown all alone
Because we know you’re not afraid
This chastity is Greek to me
The meat is still fresh
The gnashing teeth will masticate the
Bones from the flesh
Since nobody will tell me
Where these bastards go, i’ll see for myself
I think they might go to hell
You said, "Let loose, " but now you’re lost
While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose
The problem chased the taste of the cause
While the evidence supports the truth
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Good times on Front Street on Front Street
("And they completely goddamn
Disrespected me! Little
Idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful
They're supposed to be my brothers, right?
They're my brothers? No, no
That's not fun what they were
Doing wasn't fun they kept
Zapping us and zapping us
Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!")
("Aye, step right up, folks!
Get yourself a big, meaty
Fill of some of the
Most noxious, toxic, obnoxious
Disgusting shit around! How vile
Can you be?")
Is 80 enough proof for you?
Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside
Drink to me, baby
And what’s left of what’s right
It’s easier to use and lose than
Never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night
Always a good time on Front Street
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink
Last call for morals, better cover your drink
Good times on Front Street